Luyện nghe bài hát Merging with Sword, Onto Them

The of seraphim
Merging with sword, them
And the seamless garment the morning
in the blood of men
Made as the of the world
And to direct vision

Becoming the agents of
Veins filled with the of prophesy
Becoming the agents of
weeping the tears of prophesy
Become the agents of
filled with the semen of prophesy

Ultimate of perverted intimacy
a soul left without the punishment
Mountains now full of
Surrounded by own graves
Let no warning sound from the of gold
the beginning of the end for the land of the living
Delivered to those of the whole of the globe

From the of all
Also claims who call for it
And none shall this

Be as shadows the nations
And cause mourning

upon wings upon wings
men to die
Filled iniquity and perfection
the holy mountain of god
And it's fiery
down from capsized center
Raise this to the ashes of the world
hemorrhaging from the intoxication of rhema
Dwelling within the of desolation
the sword, onto them
The heir
And inflicter of agony
The whole of the race
as T-lymphocytes